Hi,
Since this is the very first post birthed from the loins of my fingers (I know fingers don't actually have loins, but hypothetically speaking), I thought it fair to introduce myself. Firstly, I'm aimless. What I'm doing with my life I can't be sure of from one day to the next. I don't mean I'm one of those cute 21 year Olds that are adorable in their carelessness, yet magically have an apartment that could have jumped right the fuck out of a magazine with that tantalizing rustic bare brick on show; the sort that are on the pill to be safe regardless of if they're dating someone because occasionally they like to go out and show their cervix with their girlfriends at the club, and God knows you can't be too careful. I'm the type of aimless 21 year old where I go days without brushing my hair and I sort of work at a temp service and a full-time job, but also I'm living at home mooching with piles of laundry in my room that are crying for a wash. It's not adorable. Secondly, I'm with a guy that fully and utterly has his shit together, all wrapped up tight with a bow on it, in a quaint two story house. He actually pays bills versus peeking through the plastic window of the envelope before throwing it away, like me, his female counterpart. He's also about 5,000 miles away in Devon, England. So you can imagine the struggle is very alive and fucking real. Thirdly, I'm a rant and rave type, that when you put me on a track about a topic this train is not going to stop until faced with derailment. Lastly, I'm a health nut but not the kind you want to beat in the ground because they will not shut up, while you're going to town on your Twix, about saturated fats. Howdy, stranger.
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